POETRY POETRY – Spoon Jackson

A brush dipping into a hot spring Painting pictures Of the unconscious Bringing forth ancient elixir Colled waters, golden words, Words beyond thoughts once dormant In their aboriginal form Now spawning in the caverns and canyons Of the Psyche Poetry, poetry, the robust tail of memory With a heavy mane. Ms. Dickinson sat alone in …

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